Stressed

My husband has cancer.

The doctor partially removed a “large polyp/mass”.
3 cm. Too big to safely remove.
Cancer markers in his blood are elevated.

I am scared. I love him.

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This post was a draft from January 14th 2022. Today is July 21st 2022.
My husband has been: poked, prodded, examined, disemboweled, eviscerated, implanted, sedated, poisoned and poisoned and poisoned, bloodied, sliced, medicated.. healed, loved, supported, nurtured, and carried along.

He doesn’t have cancer anymore.

Stage 3 to “No evidence of disease” in 196 days.

Science is amazing and uncaring, indiscriminate, traumatizing and brutal.

(I’m not scared anymore. I love him more than ever.)